The oldest and a foal separated from their herd, they approached grass near the two and their hiding place. The herd gathered closer. Of-Rising-Vortex and Below-Shade stared without a sign of menace or distraction.
They leapt upon the largest and seized it between mandible and hand, the surprise brought her down to the side, before Below-Shade gutted the equine.
Of-Rising-Vortex turned to the foal. His pincers reached but he hesitated, lost in the creature and its soft eyes. He stared for a whole second until the foul bolted. The herd ran to the shadows.
Her carapace was washed over with a bleak soot colour, the natural green of her outer skin now became one with the backdrop: empty fields and dragging gusts, the moon like a bowl in the darkness, the shimmering close eye of Adame, nearest celestial body to ours claimed the To-Fortune people. The largest entity in the night sky besides the moon and sun.
If recalled correctly, By-Fire noticed her two final followers depart two hours earlier. This trek was considered futile by them. They questioned her ferocity. By-Fire did not contest them, she hadn't stopped like them.
‘Your place is the water, we got told. Could I live on the water?’ their smallest one asked.
‘I believe there was a great number of us who once travelled the oceans. Now, few of us dare to leave the land; she needs us like we need her.’
‘I want to help the land.’
‘The water called to me, long ago now. Vision from afar helps as much as standing atop our troubles may. Somehow, your calling shall be made clear to you.’
‘How will I know when I’m called?’
‘When you feel the wind, do you question the air?’
Of-Rising-Vortex lay back in his paddle boat. carried by the sea tide toward the approaching landmass and rising heat. A small, smooth stone balanced on the middle of his tongue, stimulating the saliva glands to release a slow stream of coolant.
Juniper green water lapped the beach's shallow crust. Along came the bobbing craft, constructed of fine, pale wood. Of-Rising-Vortex looked incredulously at the dried blonde, short grasses reached to the horizon. The fields further out blew gently below the murky blue sky. There, introducing itself were the quiet wildlands of To-Innocence, approximately forty degrees.